The Alpha's Silent Bride: Seventh Time's The Charm novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92: 092: The Real You

~ ROSELLE ~

I wake to my body burning from the inside out. It’s as though every inch of me has been thrown into a raging fire, the heat crawling beneath my skin until I can barely breathe. Sweat beads across my forehead and between my breasts, soaking the sheets beneath me. My heart pounds violently in my chest, desperate and relentless, as if something inside is trying to claw its way free.

My head feels like it’s on fucking fire. A sharp, throbbing pain pulses behind my eyes, making the morning light filtering through the curtains feel like needles stabbing into my skull. I groan, rolling onto my side, but even that small movement sends fresh waves of heat and discomfort crashing through me.

I reach blindly for my phone on the nightstand, my movements sluggish and uncoordinated. I don’t even know how long I’ve been lying in bed since last night. Ronan is nowhere to be found, he must have left early for work again, like he always does when duty calls. The emptiness of the bed beside me only makes the ache worse.

The light from the screen hits my eyes, making me squint as another wave of pain tears through my body. My fingers tremble as I scroll through my contacts and dial his number. It rings once. Twice. On the second ring, he picks up.

"Rose?" Ronan’s voice is immediate, warm but filled with concern. "Are you awake?"

I try to speak, but my voice comes out hoarse and painful, barely above a whisper. "Ronan..."

"What’s wrong?" His tone shifts instantly — sharp, urgent. I can hear him moving on the other end, the sound of footsteps and a door closing. "Talk to me, baby. I’m coming right now."

"My body... it’s just heating up," I manage, biting back a whimper as another surge of fire rolls through me. My thighs press together instinctively, the throbbing ache between them growing stronger, almost unbearable. "It hurts... everything feels too hot."

"Stay right there," he says, his voice tight with worry. "Hang on. I’m coming right away. Don’t move. I’ll be there in minutes."

The call ends, and I drop the phone onto the bed, curling into myself as I wait. The heat is relentless, crawling under my skin, making my nipples tighten and my core clench with need. I feel slick and empty, like my body is crying out for him to fill me, to soothe this fever only he can fix.

True to his word, the door bursts open less than five minutes later. Ronan rushes in, dressed in his dark shirt and pants from whatever meeting he’d been in. His grey eyes lock onto me immediately, widening with alarm as he takes in my flushed skin and trembling form.

"Roselle," he breathes, crossing the room in three long strides. He drops to his knees beside the bed, his large hand gently cupping my cheek. The moment his skin touches mine, I whimper. His touch feels both soothing and electrifying, sending sparks racing through my overheated body.

"You’re burning up," he murmurs, his thumb brushing my flushed cheek. His other hand moves to my forehead, then down to my neck, feeling the rapid pulse there. "Fuck, you’re shaking. We need to get you to Elias right now."

He doesn’t wait for me to respond. He scoops me up into his arms, cradling me against his chest as if I weigh nothing. I bury my face in his neck, inhaling his familiar scent, letting it ground me as another wave of heat makes me moan softly.

"Hold on, baby," he whispers, pressing a kiss to my temple as he carries me out of the room and toward the medical wing. "I’ve got you. Elias will know what to do."

The walk feels both too long and too short. My body is on fire, every brush of his shirt against my skin sending shivers through me. By the time we reach the medical wing, Elias is already waiting, Irina standing beside him with a concerned expression.

"Bring her here," Elias says urgently, gesturing to the examination table. "Lay her down."

Ronan gently sets me down, but he doesn’t let go of my hand, his fingers intertwined with mine as Elias begins checking my vitals. Irina moves quickly, preparing some instruments.

"She’s in the early stages of heat," Elias confirms after a quick examination, his brow furrowed. "Her temperature is elevated, and her wolf is pushing hard against the suppressant. The healing from yesterday accelerated it."

Irina nods, her light blue eyes scanning me with professional interest. "We need to monitor her closely. The heat could intensify quickly."

Ronan’s grip on my hand tightens, his jaw clenched with worry and protectiveness. "What do you need from me?"

"Stay with her," Elias says. "She’ll need you more than anything else right now."

I squeeze Ronan’s hand, my body trembling as another wave of heat crashes through me. He leans down, pressing his forehead to mine.

"I’m right here," he whispers. "I’m not going anywhere."

"Is she heating up?" she asks, her voice rising with urgency as she looks from me to Ronan.

Ronan’s hand tightens around mine. "She’s burning up."

Irina nods, but there’s something else in her expression, almost like she’s already pieced something together. She steps closer to the table, her gaze locking onto mine.

"I found some details in my research," she says, her voice low but firm. "Your body is heating up, but this isn’t just a normal heat cycle. Your wolf is battling to come forward. The suppressant is fighting back hard, and the healing from yesterday accelerated everything. That’s why it feels so intense right now."

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